I don't think you're an idiot, Peter. I don't. I-- sorry, all right? I'm sorry.

[ He doesn't know what to say other than that. He sighs, standing up. ]

Whatever. Out of my depth. Won't happen again. [ And he turns to go. He doesn't want to have this argument right now. He just doesn't. It feels like it's been one fuckup after another, and he's tired of it. ]